#it's significantly a lot more humble than the Black Ships for a first meeting

[stirringwinds]

how i think Kiku’s people might understand his existence in-universe, especially before the modern era:

the vibes the shogun expects from foreign ““kami””/personifications: 

hws netherlands arriving when De Liefde shipwrecks on kyushu in 1600: 

[elejahfanfic]

Soldier Of Love/4

Fanfiction

Part 4

This is an AU Law&Order_svu story. A little love story

Borrowing Elena Gilbert, Bonnie Bennett from tvd

main pairing_Nick Amaro x Elena Gilbert

Detective Nick Amaro falls in love with a witness Elena, a rich woman, with a complicated past.

tag_ @miguelsbrat​

@elejahforever​

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The next day

“I got a week off - I was going to D.C. to spend some time with Zara” Nick said to his ex-wife Maria.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve already made arrangements with Tommy’s sister, who is going to take Zara and her daughter to Disneyland. She offered and you know how long she’s been wanting to go there.” Maria replied.

“Right. You never mentioned anything about that”

“It was like last minute. I don’t have to explain it to you. You have visiting rights, you don’t get a say what I decide - ok, I got to go. I’ll talk to you when she gets back.”

Nick looked at the phone with a sigh as he heard Maria hung up. Tossing the phone on the table, he went to the fridge.Pulling a bottle of beer out, he heard a knock at the door. Company was the last thing he needed at that moment.

Swinging the door open, he was slightly surprised to see the man standing there.

“Munch”

“Can I come in?” the DA investigator said.

“Sure” Nick gestured the man to come in. “I guess Liv called you.”

“Fin actually” Munch replied.

“Beer?” Nick offered.

“No, thank you.”

“Ok - I’m listening” Nick said.

“They are worried about you. You have been through a hell of a lot in the last year, and you came out on the other side - stronger.” Munch said.

“I’ve not done anything wrong. That camera that apparently saw me kissing Elena”

“Elena” Munch now cut in the middle of Nick sentence looking at the detective significantly.

Nick took a swag of beer and with a small gulp nodded a little. “Yes, I’ve - been with her, but not before Cragen pulled me off the case.”

“Yeah, Fin said that you are on leave.” Munch said.

“I know how this looks,” Nick said as he sat down on the chair, looking down and then at his former colleague, “But this is different.”

“She is a witness in a murder investigation. She’s already been a target. She has been Damon Salvatore’s girlfriend for three years, whose family has close dealings with the mob. And - you didn’t hear this from me - but this investigation has now broadened. It’s not just svu - it’s vice and even the Feds are going to be pulled in.” Munch said.

Nick inhaled deeply.

“It looks like you are in deep. And I am absolutely get it. She is a beautiful woman.”

“I - never felt anything like this before, Munch” Nick said, his eyes sparkling with the thought of Elena, all his feelings stirred, still vividly feeling her silky skin sliding against his, making his heart jump at the intensity of the emotion. And it was not a physical infatuation. His friends would beg to differ, but he knew in the deepset corners of his heart that this was more. So much more.

Munch nodded a little, looking at Nick with a smile. “I see that you are in love, son.”

The detective’s expression spoke more than words. He was in love. It was as simple as that.

“What?” Nick said as he saw the investigator’s face furrow  a bit. “You are not here just because I got involved with a witness.”

“You are a good detective - no, I’m not.” Munch said.

“What does the DA want?”

“We want you to go undercover- and we need you to get connected with the Salvatores. Giuseppe Salvatore” Munch said,

“WHAT? You want me to use Elena to get to him? I am not going to do that. I’m not going to do that.”

“You could bring her in on it. I don’t how much you really know about Elena Gilbert or her family.” Munch said.

“They made their money in shipping.” Nick said.

“Yes, that is always said. But they have money invested everywhere. Anyway, here is a little bit of a history of the Gilbert family. Her great great granfather accumulated a vast fortune including over 20,000 acres of land as a planter and merchant, and played an important role in the history and government of the English colony of Virginia. Her ancestors arrived in Virginia sometime between 1669 and 1673. George Greyson Gilbert married Mary Fell a few years later. Gilbert’s descendants have included many prominent Americans. U.S. Chief of Justice Jeremiah Gilbert, John Gilbert, the first President of the Continental Congress, and George Gilbert who served as the fifth Governor of Virginia.”

Nick listened to the man wide-eyed. The DA investigator continued. “She is a black-belt.Taekwan-do. She studied to be a ballet-dancer, but she dropped out after the car crash when she was 18, breaking an ankle. After that she slipped into a bad crowd, drinking, clubbing, dating an array of the Upper East Side bad boys, like Malachai Parker, Damon Salvatore. Silas van der Berg doesn’t fall far behind.”

“She said that she was no damsel in distress.” Nick now muttered.

“No. But she is a butterfly with broken wings” Munch said.

As they wanted to continue, a knock at the door diverted them both from the topic.

“Sorry” Nick said and went to see who it was. Swinging the door open, he muttered a surprise greeting at the brunette, who smiled at him, lifting a basket up.

“I ordered all this food and - Bonnie cancelled - she is forever on call - and I hated to eat alone - so I -” Elena said.

Nick smiled back sweetly and invited her into his humble little apartment.

“I hope I am not interrupting something” Elena said as Munch greeted her.

“No.” the investigator said. “I am on my way out.”

Exchanging a small look with Nick, Munch left.

“I’m sorry I came without calling you first - it was just a spure of the moment.”

“It is fine. I was going to call you” Nick said taking the basket from Elena.

Putting it down on the table, he turned to her, meeting her chestnut eyes as rich as the earth’s soil, stained with the colour of hot chocolate on a cold, winter night that wrap around you like a blanket.Those eyes, consisting of raw emotion, engulfed him with their warmth, making him feel at home.

There must have been an angel by my side Something heavenly led me to you Look at the sky It's the color of love

There must have been an angel by my side Something heavenly came down from above He led me to you He led me to you

He built a bridge to your heart All the way How many tons of love inside I can't say When I was led to you I knew you were the one for me I swear the whole world could feel my heartbeat When I lay eyes on you Ay ay ay

You wrapped me up in The color of love You gave me the kiss of life

Kiss of life

Nick inched closer and cupping her face, he kissed her lovingly. His fingers gently ran up and down her spine, coaxing shivers out of Elena. Breaking up she glanced back up into his captivating dark eyes. He leaned down, resting his forehead against hers. Her eyes studied his breathlessly with silent intensity.

“I know this will sound crazy, but I love you” he murmurred softly. His warm breath ghosted across her face, pulling her closer to him.

“Maybe it’s crazy, but I love you, too” Elena smiled, feeling a rush of euphoric bliss envelope her, making her heart sing with pure joy.

-to be continued

[ofheartandmind]

A Galaxy of Lies

Read Part 1: Here 

A/N: I found one discrepancy in part 1 that was part of a earlier draft, that got left in the final. Sorry about the confusion, but just so we’re clear, reader is not the youngest. She has two older brothers, and one younger one. They’ll be mentioned more as the story progresses

Also if your wondering where I get the inspiration for reader from, think Cersei from GOT, but like A LOT less incest. In fact, no incest.

Warnings: None

Part 2 

   Your first up close impression of the First Order was that it was an actual dumpster fire. In fact, a section of their mammoth flagship, The Supremacy, was literally on fire and missing its right half when your ship arrived in a docking bay. Upon exiting hyperspace your pilot had been forced to maneuver around a surrounding belt of debris. And in the end that had turned out to be the missing half of the ship, blown to smithereens.      

   “A casualty of their indiscretions with the rebels,” king Muhaperr murmured while you gazed out a window at the devastation.

   The two of you sat in a veiled booth located at the center of the vessel. His highness had chosen to make a humble entrance. Delivering you to Kylo ren in a simple passenger ship and not one of the hundreds of embellished star cruisers belonging to the crown. At the entranced was a small squadron of guards, and then seated in back of you and your father were five of his retainers. A representative of the council had also come along as well, one Lord Galenea. 

 A small party, as not to offend your hosts.

   Looking down at your folded hands you couldn’t help but be embarrassed at the jewelry and gown your maids had forced on you. Today you were going to begin force training to become the apprentice of Ren. However, when you had attempted to slip into your armour, a sleek and durable outfit, you had been stopped.

   “His highness has requested we dress you in your finest, milady,” your head-maid supplied.

   Though you had been displeased, you had not become your father’s right hand by disobeying or questioning his orders, so you submitted with a scowl. The gown was new; constructed totally of iridescent crystals from a enriched mining planet in the Ahakista system. The slightest amount of movement made the garment shimmer, and with the added moonstone rings on your fingers and a matching necklace you appeared lovelier than any star in the galaxy.

   But these were not just warm parting gifts from father to his daughter. Your father did nothing that would not significantly benefit his cause. And if you had any doubt of that, if you may have believed for a second the king cared about how you felt, that was shattered by your twit of a brother.

   Alezach was twenty-five, five years your senior with, what you considered, a mind ten years beneath you. He was an entitled fool of a prince who thought himself the perfect choice for the crown though he was quite far from the oldest or the smartest. He had marched into your rooms and scared away your ladies before you had departed early this morning.

   “Look at you sister, all dressed up for a date with destiny” he purred, circling you.

   You rolled your eyes at his attempted to intimidate you. Alezach had been validated far too long by the misogynistic views of Maniru. Your fear of him was so little, you didn’t flinch when he grabbed your face and squeezed it between his grubby hands.

   “Always remember little sister, you are a pawn. The force you might have, but father cares not what petty rocks you can lift with your mind. He’s dressed you up to appeal to that beast, Ren’s lustful senses. A pretty face to distract him until you slit his throat. That’s all you are, a knife waiting to be used.”  

   Yes, Alezach was right. Even now sitting right beside your father as you prepared to disembark the passengership, you knew your brother had spoken the truth. However that didn’t make it any less satisfying to throw his pathetic form against a wall with the force.

   As you exited the craft,your family’s guards formed a protective enclosure around you and your father. Now out in the open you started to truly experience the First Order’s might.

   Hundreds of tie-fighters and smaller battle cruisers lined the floors, ready to be deployed at a moments notice. AT-Walkers equipped with fearsome looking blasters starred you down. Dozens of models of newly advanced weaponry were stacked about the room, and in the distance you could see engineers milling around like ants, creating more. Before you could venture further to look, your father halted you with a firm grip on your elbow. The message was clear, stay back and be silent for now. Your inhaled deeply, keeping your annoyance a unseen.

   Towards the middle of the hangar marching was heard. And then the gleaming white suites of at least fifty stormtroopers came to a stop and stood at attention before your party.

   Then in perfect succession they parted, separating to form two straight lines on opposite sides. From this a man appeared and the troops pair by pair saluted him as he approached. His hair was a burning shade of red that stuck out considerably more because of the severe amount of black he wore. He was a stranger to you, but your father seemed to know him well you noted, watching as he glided forward to heartily shake the redhead's hand.

   “Your majesty,” the man drawled, “welcome aboard. I hope your travel was, restful. I am aware our coordinates are very...cluttered at the moment.”

   King Muhaperr’s chuckle was deep, startling a few bustling officers as they passed.

   “Oh yes, yes. But think nothing of it General Hux, it was fine journey, thank you for having us.”

   General Hux raised an eyebrow, a curious look fell onto his face.  “Us?” he questioned. “Forgive me, much has happened and I was not all the way briefed on your visit. This is visit is diplomatic in nature yes? To strengthen the ties of our alliance?

   Your father’s smile was large, comforting even. Though the general did not lose his suspicious look. “My visit is all of those things and more, general. The First Order has always been a crucial variable in the fight for the galaxy and I have come today to acknowledge that fact, and to reward it.”

   His are stretched out behind and when he called your name you moved to answer the call. Your steps were dainty, though this wasn’t the man you were meant to seduce a little sway in your hips didn’t hurt. The humming of machinery seemed to melt into quietness as you came into view. The officers that had been at work behind the troopers all paused, watching you.

   “May I present a gift.  My only daughter, princess of the kingdom of Maniru.”

   The general blinked owlishly, both blown away and taken back. He was still taking you in seconds later until something chivalrous  must of bite him in the ass. He dashed forward and cupped your hand, placing a kiss on its center.  He bowed slightly, “my princess, how lovely to meet you.”

   You curtsied in return, “Likewise. I am glad to make the acquaintance of the famed general Hux.” All the suspicion the man seemed to have possessed earlier vanished at just the bat of your eyelash it seemed. He beamed at you before turning to your father.

   “Surely this marriage proposal is unexpected, my king. But I am honored and accept it all the same,” Hux said, enthused.

   The retainers who had also exited the ship began to whisper amongst themselves at the general’s foolish assumptions. King Muhaperr raised his own eyebrow this time, but said nothing. Instead they all looked to you, knowingly.

    “How dare you,” you growled, shocking the red head still cradling your hand. You could feel something break inside of you after a day of aggravation. After dealing with everyone dictating your actions and rubbing your misfortune in your face, this was the final straw.  This alway happened when your temper was tested, the force would well out of you, almost uncontrollably. Clenching and unclenching your hands, you brought one up to eye level, curving your fingers to constrict the man’s airways. Hux’s eyes widened in realization, as if this had happened to him before.  

   “I am no ones bride, you presumptuous man!” You spat.  

   When the storm-troopers finally comprehend what is going on, they cocked their blasters, and in response your guards rushed forward to defend you and the king. But as soon as everything began it stopped, and your arm was forcible lowered back to your side. Hux was released and inhaled, before flopping to the floor.

    It was then that your nerves fluttered, and your skin seemed to vibrate as if in anticipation. Something powerful was getting closer. The hangar was still quiet, shocked at the uproar and making it easy to hear an eerie sound of heavy footsteps. The direction of where they came from had your attention immediately. The vibration seemed to rise, entering your head and connecting the dots for you. So this was what it felt like to be in the presence of another force user. 

   The footsteps grew louder and when the officer and troopers instantly dropped to their knees, you knew who had come. 

   The first time you saw the supreme leader Kylo ren you noticed he was a hulk of a man. He had barrel like chest with wide shoulders draped in black robes. He was taller than any person you had ever met as well. His scared face, while handsome was actually, quite melancholy; made that way by the natural pout of his large lips. 

   But what struck you the most was how he stared right at you. Not your father, or general Hux or any other man. But you, the woman always fighting for the spotlight.Without looking away from you he chuckled, only then glancing down at the flustered Hux. 

“General, what were you thinking?,” Kylo ren asked the man, then looked back to you. “Your gift? No, she’s mine.”